patient
doctor, doctor... i don't know what's wrong with me. please help.

doctor
what is it. what ails you child?

patient
doctor, doctor... i'm not sleeping, i'm not tired, i'm not hungry, i'm not motivated, i'm not happy.

doctor
so you're not any of these things, then what are you?

patient
i'm anxious, i'm restless, i'm fidgety,
i'm crashing, i'm grey, i'm blah.

doctor
you're down? you're in a funk? you're depressed?

patient
oh no, not me. i'm over that. i'm okay.... really.

doctor
you're grieving.

patient
nope, can't be - i did that. i checked that off my list. all done. no need to go back to that again. i'm fine.

doctor
you say it's all okay, but then you have such a reaction to my questions. it's hard, and that's okay.

patient
i'm doing alright.

doctor
yes, but you need to grieve, again.

patient
i'll be okay... hopefully, eventually

(after a long pause)
i could really use a good cry, but it just isn't here yet. still coming around the bend.

1 Comments:

At 9/10/2005 6:25 AM,  my imperfect offering said...

(virtual shoulders waiting here, should you ever need them) :)

 

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